“This still has a few minutes left. Why don’t you go get dressed and ask Reed if he wants to join us?”
With my dick on the verge of making itself known, I use her suggestion as an excuse to get the fuck out of the kitchen before I do something stupid; like grab her and toss her on the counter, then fuck her until we both forget our names.
Leaving before that thought can override my common sense, I go back to my room. My eyes dart to Reed’s closed door before I open mine and shut it behind me. I jump in the shower, contemplating rubbing one out, but don’t want Rayn to come looking for me for taking so long. I pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then comb my fingers through my wet hair.
When I leave my room ten minutes later, Reed’s door is open. I hear Rayn’s laughter and Reed’s rumbly voice as I approach the kitchen. A pang hits my chest at the sound. I stop in the doorway and grab the top of the frame. Their backs are to me, so I stand there and watch them for a couple of moments without them knowing.
For years, I’ve had a suspicion that Reed’s in love with Rayn. I’ve never asked him and he’s never confessed, but I know it has to be true. The way he looks at her is a dead giveaway. I’ve also seen the way she looks at him. Like he’s something she desperately wants, but can’t have. Not sure why neither has made a move. For some reason, and you’d think this wouldn’t be so with my own feelings for Rayn, the thought of them being together doesn’t bother me. It actually does the opposite. I like the image of them writhing naked on silk sheets. The only thing that bothers me is me not being in the equation.
They’re standing side by side at the counter talking about some drunk guy Reed had to kick out of Whiskey’s a few nights ago. Rayn is still in Reed’s shirt, and my dick gives a little twitch when I eye her legs. I’ve always been a boobs man, but Rayn’s legs are really doing it for me right now. Actually, all of her is doing it for me.
My eyes move to Reed. He’s dressed like I was when I first entered the kitchen. Nothing but a pair of shorts. My gaze roams down his muscular back and the tattoos that litter his skin. My dick, which is already filling with blood from looking at Rayn, jerks in my jeans.
Up until about a year ago, I’ve never looked at my other best friend, or any man for that matter, with anything more than friendship. That changed the night I walked in on him plowing the fuck out of a guy in one of the back rooms at Whiskey’s. I’ve seen him fuck women before, but never another man, although I knew he did sometimes. I should have turned my ass around and walked away, but I didn’t. I just stood there, without him knowing, and watched Reed’s ass as it flexed back and forth. What shamed me, and still does to this day, was the thought of wanting to be the guy he was fucking. Or the temptation to walk in there, drop my pants, and press my naked body against Reed’s. To grab my dick and force it into his ass just like he was doing to the guy.
Sex with a guy had never crossed my mind, but since that night, it has on more than one occasion. The thing is though, it’s only ever Reed I imagine being with.
I must have several screws loose to picture myself with both of my best friends, one of which is my step-sister, while the other is a male.
After my perusal of them both, I drop my hands from the frame and clear my throat to let them know of my presence. They both turn.
“‘Bout time you got your ass out here. Rayn won’t let me eat until you do. I’m withering away, man.”
A snort leaves my nose, and I walk further into the kitchen. “I’m sure you’ll live.”
“Sit.” Using both hands, Rayn points at us. “Both of you.”
All three of us take our seats. In the middle of the table is a mountain of food. Bacon, ham, eggs, a bowl of grits, toast, and a shit-ton of pancakes.
“Shit, woman, are you expecting to feed an army?” I ask as I use tongs to pick up several pieces of bacon and drop them on my plate.
“Hardly. I just know how much food my two boys can put away.”
Her two boys. While the term boys is way off base, I do like being called hers.
“We’re helping Rayn move in this weekend,” Reed says out of the blue a few minutes later.
My forkful of eggs pauses on the way to my mouth. “Move in where?” I ask Reed, then look at Rayn. “What happened to your house?”
“She’s moving in here,” Reed supplies.
Rayn begins telling me about her job and the situation with her current house.
“I invited her to use our spare room since it’s unoccupied. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course, I don’t mind.” Except for the fact I’ll now be fighting twice as hard to keep my dick in my pants. “You can stay as long as you need to.”
“Thanks.”